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all in favor Frankie Diamonds of Mr. Mayhem
You know, Frankie Diamonds stole half a million dollars from me and my associates.
-I don't think you should-- -Please.
Haven't felt...
We know it was Clay.
How you feeling?
- Hey, hey. - Hey!
We just want Frankie.
You got a van or a truck I can borrow?
But shooting blanks is all the same
I need you to be completely honest, Frankie.
-They say why? -No. Just that it was urgent.
By and by
Coming right up.
What about our deal? We get you at the head of the table, we get a piece of your end.
Leo.
Abel and Thomas.
Let's take the boys home.
Find out who's calling the shots.
We all know what Frankie did to compromise the club.
Just like the grass and the sun
- Quinn. - Hey, brother. Sorry about Ope.
- We okay? - Oh, great.
Shh.
Okay, let's find him.
What happened?
I see who I wanna see.
No, son.
Some serious parole violations.
Jesus. The dead stink.
Perfume. It came in a blue bottle.
Their primaries are down with the flu, and they asked if I could come in this afternoon.
Oh. l--
It's real.
--that would be bad.
Yep.